Posing Nude

When I read this week’s prompt for Food 4 Thought I didn’t think I would have anything to write. I take selfies for thrills and I admire good photography but I do not consider myself a photographer. It is not one of my passions.

Being in front of the lens is something I have a small amount of experience with and I enjoy it. I especially enjoy looking at the results. One of the images that was captured of me was compiled by a play friend I was seeing a few years ago.

I have posted this image before I am sure. I love how powerful I look in the image. I love that my friend took it after we had sex and I was covered with his cum. When I look at this image I see the details that I know he was focussed on,

He loved that he was able to be with a married woman. Whenever I look at this image I see my wedding ring I am not sure if he deliberately included it in the way it is there but to me it seems to be a feature,

I also know that he was very in to women with hairy pussies. At the time I routinely shaved and the timeline of this photography session was aligned with a time when I had let my hair grow out s bit. These days I am less worried about trends and keeping myself the way others want me to be and my pubic hair is routinely longer than in this photo.

Recently I have been talking with a man who is interested in taking nudes and erotic photos. I am kind of hoping that I will be able to acquire an image like this one again, perhaps minus the cum but one that makes me feel so sexy and powerful.

This post is part of Food 4 Thought Friday. #148 – Photography. Please click here and visit some other excellent writers and photographers to check out their stories.

The Secret Life of Us

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I recently came across f4tfriday courtesy of The Zen Nudist. I was intrigued by last week’s questions but of course being intrigued is a long way from writing a post. However, better late than never.

How “real” is your online persona?

Do you use a pseudonym, your real identity or both?

Where you use a pseudonym how open about your actual identity are you?

Is your anonymous/pseudonymous online self a secret or more a form of protective “camouflage”?

My online persona is actually a very real version of myself. Perhaps not every facet of my personality but the stories I share are based on real life experiences. The musings are most definitely a reflection of my honest opinions. So it is as real as it gets. In fact it is probably more real than most people get because most people keep any radical ideas they have to themselves.

The only contradiction to my ‘real’ personality is my name. Gemma is of course a pseudonym. I use the name when I write blogs and also when I meet people from on line dating sites. So far only one person has made the connection between this blog and my dating profile without some help. No one has to date made the connection between this blog and the real world ‘Mrs Jones’. I have not taken any of the people in my workplace or circle of regular friends into confidence and shared my blog with them.

Usually once I have met a play friend a couple of times I reveal my real name. There is generally understanding about using a fake name. In fact several of the people I meet have used false names themselves. As I outlined above I don’t share my pseudonym with anyone from my every day life.

Unlike many people who inhabit the murky world of Twitter and sadly, internet dating sites, I don’t use a pseudonym to allow myself to dabble in secret fantasies that are not possible in real life. Tonight I read a fantastic post written by Miss Scarlett about people who engage in sexual interaction in a virtual way as a way of dealing with some version of Life crises. My pseudonym is a form of self protection. When it comes to ideas about people who interact with their children, people tend to be irrational and very closed minded. Consequently keeping some of my extra curricular activities behind closed doors is a matter of professional survival.

As far as people dabbling in virtual fantasies goes I have learned over the years to live and let live. There is always more than one side to a story. I guess where it becomes annoying is when people who have no intention of enacting their fantasies in the real world interact with me and cause frustration and angst by pretending they are. I am getting better at picking these people from the get go. Sometimes they are genuinely interesting people and I develop a friendship of sorts. Sometimes they are selfish irritating individuals who are only interested in acquiring pics for their own personal gratification. Those people don’t usually hang around for long.

Pseudonyms are par for the course with the environment we are hanging around in. People using the virtual world to live out fantasies in a safe way is also par for the course. As long as they are not being malicious and causing problems for people who are we to judge?

The 40 Year Old Virgin

I have debated for a little while about writing this post. But in the end I think it needs to be told. There are a lot of positives about it and I am a little flattered by the turn of events,

Recently I was approached by a man who is not 40 but has maintained his virginity a long way past the time it is considered socially acceptable. Like Steve Carell’s character in the film things have now gotten to a point where it is awkward. He has taken an unusual step of looking for a fantasy woman to share this event in his life before he turns into the 40 year old virgin.

When I received his first message it was one of those mind blowing moments when you say to yourself “I thought I had seen some weird shit but this is out there”. Mr Jones, bless his wee cotton socks, thought it was a scam. I was a bit weirded out because this gentleman had seen my profile on s dating site and then found this blog. The sensible part of me that wears nanny shoes and goes to bed at nine pm told me to block and run far and fast. That part of me doesn’t have a lot of fun.

One of my secret guilty fantasies is taking the virginity of an awkward young man, Mrs Robinson style. Or in a more modern version, Stiffler’s Mom.

I have been chatting to the man in question and I believe he is genuine however I am unsure of how things will pan out. I am worried about not being enough or failing in some way to make the experience memorable. When you have consciously saved yourself for that long you really want the first time to be memorable in a really good way and not in the “why the hell did I do that?” way.

I don’t know if I am as much woman as Stiffler’s Mom.

This post was inspired by Food For Thought Friday.

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