There is something about the early morning quietness and the time to make photos. As I posted last week the seasons in Brisvegas have tilted towards to the longer nights and cooler mornings. So this Friday as I was tootling around my kitchen making tea and taking Funky Shirt Friday photos I took the opportunity to catch a reflection in my kitchen window.
While most of the world seems to be celebrating the arrival of spring and warmer days in the Land Down Under Winter is Coming. Which doesn’t mean cold days so much but it does mean getting up in the dark to dress for work. I was amused to see a pretty sexy shadow on the ceiling and took the opportunity to capture it.
One of the great things about Saturday is being able to ease out of bed when you are ready and have a nice long shower to wash you hair.
1. When was the last time you Ate Vanilla Slice ? (Now answer your question).
It has been a couple of weeks. I do love a good vanilla slice. Recently I shared one with a Twitter follower. This innocent coffee morning turned into an unexpected embrace and kiss in the carpark and some “relax time” together. I have enjoyed my time with him since then.
2. I’m bored, what should I do?
Only boring people get bored. So get your shit together and find something to entertain yourself or I will give you a menial task like cleaning the bathroom or re-folding the contents of my linen closet.
3. Who is the smartest person you know? Why do you say this?
The pharmacist is a pretty smart guy. He is fond of a pun and also a corny one liner. But in all seriousness the amount of random information he spouts blows my mind sometimes. I am grateful it is usually stuff I am interested in like biology and stuff. I am glad it isn’t physics or politics.
4. Are you awesome?
Of course! My list of talents is long but includes giving amazing blow jobs and being a firecracker in bed. Plus I have awesome boobs and an amazing arse. I am the complete package!
5. If you could take any reality show off the air, which one would it be?
All of them! Life is too short to spend much of it watching other people in contrived “reality” situations. Get out there and live people!
Bonus: After making a claim like the one above I guess I have to prove my point.
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.
Suddenly all of those cold wet days seem insignificant.
1. Confession booth. Confess two things right here on TMI Tuesday.
I love perving at dad bods. My twitter timeline is full of them. Current favourites @midwestdadbod, @preacherbear, @filoufilou
2. I am guilty of _____ .
Eating too much chocolate.
3. A big box is delivered to you. The address is correct but the name on the label is not you. Do you open the box?
Kind of tempting but I will admit I am too much of a goody two shoes to open it. I would probably try and return it to the sender.
4. How long have you held a grudge?
Until I don’t. Sometimes that can be a few hours, sometimes a lifetime. I recently had my first experience of having to block an ex-friend on social media. It didn’t sit well with me and while I would like to think I won’t be seeing her in my life again there is part of me that is not entirely convinced.
5. Does anyone have a grudge against you? Why?
See above! What the grudge exactly is for I am not entirely sure. A collection of things I think related to her twisted perception of the world.
Bonus: There is this one thing in my life I wish I had not done. I wish I had not _____ .
Let my mother take over my wedding. I was young, she had controlled my life mostly up to that point. I let her dictate most of the aspects of it and I regret it completely. So much so that I considered having a “do-over” on my 25th anniversary.
Bonus Bonus
After so much serious stuff there has to be boobs!
Last year Mr Jones and I spent six months living on our yacht cruising the coast of Queensland. We had many adventures and shared our story in both our Vanilla and our Spicy world. #travellingboob was a feature of our journey and appeared on Twitter and also in Sinful Sunday. Since then we have had several short stays on board around Moreton Bay which is close to our home but we were looking forward to the two weeks of the June / July school holidays hoping to travel a little way north to warmer climes and sunshine to work on my fading tan.
Sadly things did not go to plan. It has been chilly and the sunshine was intermittent for the first couple of days before disappearing completely. I was lucky enough to grab a few moments of sunshine so I will share it with you.
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.
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.
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.
Corrupting Mrs Jones 