Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 29

Have you ever (or would you ever) tried role play? What roles are you drawn to?

Role play is not something that comes to mind when I think of things I would like to try. The idea of dressing in a specific way that is dictated by someone else and pretending to be a specific character has never applied to me. As much as I enjoy the atmosphere of theatre I have never had the desire to be on a stage.

And then I started pole dance. 

On my first visit to a swingers club I watched a woman dance for her husband and lover on a pole. I remember thinking I would never be confident enough to do that. Somewhere the scales tipped. After the first time I climbed that stage and put my hand on that brass I was hooked. The power of looking a man or woman in the eye as I present my arse to them. Or as I give them a flash of my pussy is addictive. 

I have amazing boobs. There is no denying it. In appropriate environments I love getting them out for the world to see. From strippers and great boobs my ultimate role play fantasy was born. To work as a stripper / topless waitress for a room of selected people. Lap dances are available, touching is allowed. 

I just need someone who is willing to fork out for the ultimate accessory for the event, the shoes.

Every Damn Day in June

In the Dark

A few months ago, when it was warmer, I was sunbathing on the front deck as we sailed to Moreton Island. A friend, we shall call him the Party Boat Man, went past with a raging party happening on deck. Most of the party people were young men. I covered up because I didn’t really want THAT much attention but as they went past I saw Party Boat Man on deck and I flashed him.

Honestly, I didn’t think it was that much of a big deal. But apparently it was. He didn’t believe that these boobs are completely natural and surgically unaltered. It has become a bit of a thing. Yesterday we saw him in the distance and there was a flurry of text messages with a few moments of him trying to chase us down to get another flash.

Then at 1.30am I get a message; “Titties??” In the dark I took this shot.

I was surprised at how well it came out given I had no idea what the camera was seeing.

Of course he was not happy with just one but that is a story for another day.

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Let There be Boobs

I never considered myself an erotic photographer. I avoided the temptation to post in Sinful Sunday for the longest time. Mostly because I didn’t think I was capable of creating images that were worthy and I don’t consider myself a photographer. Then #travellingboob happened. I am unashamed to say I am proud of my boobs. They are completely natural and as Mrs Fix It observed about my nipples recently “you can dial a phone with those puppies!” So I am kind of keen to be part of Boobday. I am not promising artsy shots. But there will be boobs. And below is my first entry.

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The Travelling Boob

I have posted about #travellingboob before. It is a project that Mr Jones and I created as we travelled to some spectacular places along the Queensland Coast. #travellingboob has its own little following and it has been really fun to engage with. I am proud of my boobs and getting them out to show off has been fun. I am expecting to be officially at the end of my journey in a little over a week so #travellingboob will be a little quiet for a while. In the meantime enjoy a montage of spectacular scenery

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All of us love a little wickedness. There is plenty to be had at Wicked Wednesday.

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TMI Tuesday – Strangeness

1. If you had to lick a stranger’s sweaty armpit everyday for the rest of your life to save the life of your significant other would you do it? (Thank you Master of None).

Mr Jones thinks this is a stupid question. His response? Of course!! I don’t want Gemma to die! My response? EEEEWWW but of course I don’t want him to die either.

2. What is something you escaped from?

Many years ago I was in a job that I really loved for a long time. After I returned to work from my second round of maternity leave the management team had undergone a huge restructure and things were very different. Being stubborn I refused to see the writing on the wall and got into a very nasty situation with my manager. In the end things got really bad and I left the industry completely. It turned out to be one of the best things I could have done because it gave me the opportunity to do some amazing things with my family.

3. Have you ever done an Escape Room game with strangers? Did you solve it and get out on time?

I have not had the chance to try an escape room with anyone stranger or otherwise.

4. What is the strangest/craziest DM you have received?

I always struggle to answer this type of question. I know I get weird messages from people a lot of the time but I mostly delete them and move on. I think the ones that make me sit back with my eyebrows up are men requesting to be dominated.

I don’t have a problem with dominating men per se but a DM from a stranger that reads, “hey you look hot would you like to peg my arse?” Is a bit much for a first introduction.

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5. Do you DM strangers? Why?

On the dating app I use, yes. That is how those apps work. If you are signed up and get all precious because a stranger sent you a message you have much bigger problems!

On regular social media, no. If we have interacted in a group or something like that then we aren’t really strangers anymore.

6. Do you watch “Stranger Things” on Netflix?

I have watched it in the past but only because Mr Jones was watching it. Not because I sought it out.

Bonus: Because there can never be enough boobs in the world.

TMI Tuesday – Down and Dirty

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1. Your first night out after covid19 lock-down and you catch a friend making a drunken pass at your significant other. Which of the following most mirrors your feelings or thoughts?

a. Ignore it, they are drunk off their ass.
b. Alcohol is a truth serum, true feelings come out and this false friend is after my honey.
c. Well, my babe is pretty hot so I can’t blame them for making a move.
d. After a year of lock-down, people are likely to flirt with a lamp-post. It is no big deal.
e. Hmmm, I wonder if this friend is up for a threesome?

The response to this question depends on a lot of factors. If we are at lifestyle event then my response would wander between c and e depending on how attracted I was to her.

If it was a vanilla event then I would be firmly at c. Mr Jones has dated women from our vanilla life before. He had a great time and it was very validating for him. I was not as enthused about the relationship and had to put her in her place a couple of times. For the record we are still polite to each other but the situation kind of killed any friendship she and I had.

2. True or False. I am so bored with vanilla sex?

Well who wouldn’t be? The only time vanilla is valid is when you are eating ice cream

3. Is it unreasonable to hope for mind-blowing sex when you have been together for several years?

Erm No! It is unreasonable to expect mind blowing sex every day in any kind of relationship but there should be mind blowing sex some times. I am very spoiled. I get to have sex with multiple partners and generally that turns out pretty mind blowing but there are still times when Mr Jones and I get it together pretty well.

4. Name two things that could doom your current romantic relationship?

We have been together for 22 years. I am not sure there is much that could kill it now. The only things that I can think of that would kill our marriage are things that I can’t possibly imagine Mr Jones ever doing. The kinds of things that are likely to cause a problem are the little things that erode trust over time. Those things are hard to identify.

5. A local sex educator is holding orgasm classes–as in how to give an orgasm. Would you sign up to be a student or be the demonstration model?

You know what? I would be the fucking educator.

Bonus: May 18 is World No Dirty Dishes Day. How will you celebrate?

I clicked the link and I don’t really get it. But for the record I celebrated the day by having breakfast, climbing a mountain, and spending the rest of the afternoon lounging, and writing my TMI post of course!!!. I will be making dinner and Mr Jones will be washing the dishes.

Bonus Bonus: A shot taken from the top of said mountain

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TMI Tuesday – The Good Life Edition

1. What is an ideal weekend for you?

An ideal weekend would consist of some serious play time that included about two hours of continuous sex of some form, a large portion would involve fucking. Some time spent on the boat in a sunny part of Moreton Bay being at least semi naked in the sun and time to sleep and recover from the fucking.

2. What is the craziest job you would consider taking?

There are many people in the world who think I am crazy for doing the job I do now. Although I find it mostly rewarding. Despite frequent rants about troublesome students and Central Leadership making stupid unrealistic demands.

Apart from this job the craziest job I have considered was working as a scientist for the summer season in Antarctica. I was much younger then. I didn’t get very far through the application process before I realised it probably wasn’t for me.

3. Where would you rate yourself as a kisser on a scale of 1 to 10? (10 being the best kisser ever!)

I am OK at kissing. I wouldn’t call myself great so maybe a 6 or 7.
A play friend I knew once had this feedback system going where you gave him a rating about certain skills he felt were important. Maybe I should start something like that.

4. What do you like most and least about your significant other’s cooking?

The think I like most about Mr Jones’ cooking is that when he does it I don’t have to. Don’t get me wrong, I generally LIKE cooking. What I don’t like is having to think about WHAT to cook after a day of work and having to plan what I need to buy to do said cooking.

What do I like least about Mr Jones cooking? That when it is his turn to cook I often end up doing the planning and decision making that is the part I don’t like about having to cook myself.

5. How has smartphone photography changed your world?

I am not sure if smartphone photography changed my world a lot. Certainly during the early years of my marraige and parenthood a physical camera was a big part of my life. Since having a smartphone I did move away from needing a separate item just to take photos.

A hiking trip that involved rock hopping accross a creek and a swim for my phone has convinced me that for our current, water based, adventure that I would invest in a waterproof camera. I do not regret my choice but I do still use my phone.

Bonus: What is a good life?

To me a good life is one that has been well lived. In doing this a person has achieved their goals, and been happy and productive. I don’t believe a person can be productive if they have not contributed to making the world a better place. Just accumulating stuff or satisfying your personal whims is not enough.

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TMI Tuesday – What About Me!

1 For you, what would be the worst store to have a $1000 gift card for?

Any of them!!! I can’t think of a single store I would like to spend $1000 in! At Christmas gift cards are the bane of our existence. Our whole family is very bad at using them. When certain department stores had a time limit on them we would frequently not use them and have to throw them out! I guess at heart I am a simple creature with simple tastes and I like to keep my ‘stuff’ to a minimum.

2. Besides a raise or more vacation time, what is the best perk a company can offer you?

A free canteen. Imagine being able to rock up and be served a healthy lunch without having to plan, prepare and then queue for the microwave to heat or toaster oven to toast said lunch!

3. What are you most likely to be very wrong about?

I don’t understand this question. I mean how could I ever be wrong about anything? I am never wrong.

4. What is something you borrowed but never gave back?

Sperm in a condom. Something Mr Jones likes to put on my chest when we have reconnecting sex after I have been with a lover. For a long time this was something we didn’t really discuss. But these days it seems this kind of thing seems more acceptable. What is interesting is the reaction of different men. Some feel they are done with it so why not? Some think it is hot that in some way they continue to be interacting with me sexually. One notable exception was a man who thought it was taking a piece of him and violating it.

Bonus: What is something you have struggled with your entire life?

I have always struggled with my weight / amount that I eat. I realise now that when I was a child / teenager I THOUGHT I was fat and ate too much because of what my mother told me. Who the hell tells a six year old that they are fat?? These days I am kinder with myself but I still think about how much I eat and if it is right every day.

Bonus Bonus

There is always room for boobs

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Friday Flashback – Nipples

This story was posted on Erotic Adventures in 2013. As I re-read it I remembered a woman I knew once who had amazing nipples.

Clive sat at the edge of the stage watching the girl gyrating in front of him. A large crowd of admirers tried to get her attention. Clive did not want to be one of the crowd. He sat back patiently, waiting, watching. He wasn’t interested in her dance moves or, the long honey brown perfection of her legs. The perfect shape of her waist or the smooth round globes of her arse held no allure to him. He had come to see one thing and he would wait, knowing that his patience would be rewarded.

The girl strutted across the stage moving her hips seductively. When she reached Clive, she bent down towards him pressing her arms together to display a deep cleavage. From where he sat Clive could see the smooth skin of her breasts but her costume covered the part he was most interested in. He resisted the temptation to lean forward in an attempt to glimpse what he had come to see. Experience had taught him that his patience would be rewarded and that the waiting would make the moment that much sweeter. The lace of her outfit stretched over her breasts but Clive could see the swelling at the centre of the perfect globes. His pants tightened as he gazed hungrily at the little divot. His fingers twitched at the thought of caressing it. Then she was gone, writhing across the stage displaying her body to the other desperate, horny men waiting lustfully at the edge of the stage.

The dance wore on, Clive waited, he knew that he would soon get his opportunity. She reached up and unclasped the back of her costume. For  Clive time slowed. His heart began to thump against his chest as he watched every move intently. Slowly she moved towards him holding her top in place, covering the objects of his desire. When she was standing directly in front of him she let the scrap of lace fall in front of him. For a moment he was distracted by the shiny fabric but only for a moment. He looked upwards, letting his eyes travel over her flat belly to the perfect round globes on her chest. Then he saw what he had been waiting for, her nipples.

The small pink nodes stood out proudly like the crowning glory on her breasts. Clive sighed in rapture. Some people travelled half way around the world to see famous paintings, he felt the same way about nipples. The girl bent down in front of him cupping her breasts with both hands. Clive’s zipper strained as she flexed her fingers sliding them upwards over the white skin towards her nipples. As she pinched their pink perfectness into little peaks Clive almost whimpered. He clenched his hands to stop himself from reaching up to touch her in awe. His cock throbbed as she moved her breasts from side to side in front of his face, teasing and tantalising him. Without glancing away for a second he reached down and extracted a bill from his pocket and passed it to her. She took it from him with a smile not showing her surprise at the denomination.

For a moment she remained, holding her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers tantalising him even further before she gyrated away to pay attention to the other punters. The spell was broken and Clive sat back in his chair breathing heavily. He felt as if he had just had sex. His cock subsided but he knew that the slightest thought of those perfect pink nipples would have his cock at attention almost immediately.

He made his way to the bar and bought another drink. The girl behind the bar smiled at him warmly as she made his drink. Automatically his eyes dropped to her chest, taking in the way the thin fabric of her t-shirt stretched across her breasts as if it were straining to contain them. Her nipples poked against the fabric tantalising him as she served his drink.

“Hello Clive,” a familiar voice greeted him. He turned to see Dolly, a tiny Asian woman standing in the bar arm in arm with the girl who had just danced. “This is Nadia. Would you like to get to know her a little more intimately?”

Clive smiled, Dolly knew him too well. He nodded and Dolly led the way to the private rooms at the side of the club. She held the door open for him and he stepped inside to take his seat on the small couch in the corner. Dolly flicked a switch and seductive music filled the small space. Taking the lead Dolly strutted in front of him, rubbing her hands over her tiny, perfectly round breasts caressing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Clive was mesmerised as her fingers moved around and up and down. She reached up and slid a strap down over her shoulder watching Clive’s face as she did so. Nadia joined in and Clive found himself torn between the two women. He ached to see Dolly’s long, brown nipples but the pert pinkness of Nadia was like a drop of honey waiting for him to lick.

Dolly slid her arms out of her dress and pushed the fabric of her dress down towards her waist. Her breasts sat out proudly in front Clive’s face, the perfect brown nipples tantalisingly close to his lips. Nadia followed suit, exposing the perfect rosebud pink aureola of her full round breasts. The two women stood breast to breast in front of him, caressing each other. Clive felt as if he was going to burst his zip. He reached down and stroked himself aching to ease the need he felt.

In front of him the two women embraced, Dolly’s brown nipples, caressed Nadia’s baby pink ones. Clive’s cock ached and his breath was coming in gasps as he watched the two sets of nipples mash against each other. Wickedly Dolly moved closer holding her breasts close to his face. Her eyes glittered with excitement.

“Show me how turned on you are right now,” her voice was hoarse with desire.

Obediently Clive unzipped his jeans and freed his aching cock. Dolly’s eyes widened with desire. She sat on the couch beside him and lifted her dress up over her thighs. Her hand reached down to her smoothly shaven pussy as her other and teased her nipple. Clive began to stroke himself, never taking his eyes off Dolly’s nipples. He didn’t even notice Nadia kneel in front of Dolly and press her face between her legs. The room filled with the scent of arousal. The strong musky smell of pussy juice assaulted Clive’s nostrils as he stroked himself harder. Dolly held her nipple out for him. He didn’t need a second invitation. He leant down and took the hard node between his lips biting down gently, just the way he knew she liked. His hand was almost a blur shuffling up and down his cock as Dolly moaned her pleasure.

Dolly’s body spasmed in ecstasy and her sharp cry of pleasure filled the room. Hot white cum covered Clive’s hand as he grunted in pleasure. Nadia stood up and smiled down at the two of them. Drunkenly Clive reached out and handed her a wad of bills.

“Thank you,” his voice was weak.

“My pleasure,” purred Dolly, trying unsuccessfully to hide her greedy glance at the cash. “I look forward to seeing you again soon.” And then they were gone, strutting out of the room leaving Clive poorer but well satisfied. 

TMI Tuesday – Borrowed from the Internet

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1.When was the last time you tried something new?

I have spent the last eight weeks exploring our new catamaran while sailing isn’t exactly a new thing for us owning something like this definitely is. For me committing to being a crew member with expected roles and responsibilities is also something new. I am learning it is good.

I also tried a new lover recently. You can read about the highlights of that encounter here.

2.Who do you sometimes compare yourself to?

Everyone! Which is sad and not healthy. If another teacher talks about a classroom practice I internally ask myself, Should I do that? Do I do that? Is my class as good as theirs? It can be demoralising .

3.What gets you excited about life?

I am a biologist at heart. I love LIFE in the biological sense. I love looking at living things and marvelling at the way life is layered and interlocking all over this world of ours. Spending time in marine environments especially mangroves is a great way to see this. In one little space you can see mangrove trees with oysters attached to them, baby fish sheltering in their roots, crabs crawling about foraging in their shade, birds looking for their breakfast and a whole plethora of insects. Life crammed together.

4.Are you satisfied with your work?

Mostly yes. Even though sometimes listening to my complaints it may not seem so. When I consider retiring I am immediately reminded that I am not ready for that yet. Although it does seem tempting sometimes. Like everything in this world the rare moments of triumph make up for the daily grind.

5.What have people most often praised you for?

Lovers, admire my boobs, more specifically my nipples. I have a friend who thinks they are the most perfect boobs he has ever seen. I have tried to send unflattering pictures to him but he insists that the angle never matters.

Bonus: When you think of home, what immediately comes to mind?

When I am away from home I often think about my bed. There is nothing like your own bed. I have friends who are FIFO workers. They have a different room and bed every shift rotation. I don’t understand how they cope with that. I just couldn’t.

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