TMI Tuesday: I am late so spank me!

1. Do you like pain?

I am not a masochist but some experiences with different people have made me realise that I get turned on by inflicting pain. At the request of the recipient of course.

The exception to this is a good spank while getting fucked doggy style.

2. Would you say you have a high or low tolerance for pain?

I have delivered two babies with no pain relief. They were not small babies. I have also been known to have dental treatment with minimal pain relief. So I would say my tolerance is fairly high

3. True or false: I like to receive pain during sex.

In certain situations with certain people.

4. Finish the sentence: I like inflicting pain during sex because . . .

Mostly because it is what the recipient likes and has requested. If that criteria is satisfied then I get a massive rush from the power. It is intense holding someone’s pleasure and pain experience in your hands, or teeth. It is sometimes more intimate than actual penis in vagina sex. JB and also used to enjoy the marks I left on him as they appeared in the days following our encounters.

5. What’s your preference? Why? (You must pick one)

a. Wearing nipple clamps for 8 hours

b. Receiving 20 minute spanking session using hands and paddle

c. Getting your your cock & balls smacked (only those who have testicles can pick this)

d. Heavy flogging

Ok so as I said. Not really into receiving but if I HAVE to choose I would choose b. Spanking is my go to.

Bonus: What is the best thing that a woman can do to you in bed?

I would regard myself as pansexual. I have enjoyed and been enjoyed by women. But if there is a cock around that needs attention…..

My experiences with women in bed have been mixed. Some very very good and some that are best forgotten. At this point in my life my best response would be; share her husband.

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You Cant Always Have What You Want…

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Out of Character”. I struggled to write something. Every idea seemed to sound dumb when I started writing. Then out of the blue this fell onto the screen. I hope you enjoy. Please make sure you visit the Wicked Wednesday site to read some other much more inciteful writing.

Life has a funny way of twisting things around on you. If I am asked about my ideal play mate I will respond as follows;

Taller than me, strong, mentally and physically, charming and a sense of humour. Above average penis size and one that takes the lead when playing.

I spend a lot of my life being the go to person. The one with all the answers. When I play I just want to be spoiled. I don’t consider it too much to ask. The universe disagrees with me.

Over the last six months I have been actively looking for a regular play friend. I don’t want a boyfriend or a romantic connection. I just want a fwb. It has been an interesting and often frustrating path. I use a swinger dating website. For simplicity I have chosen a single site. I don’t want to go into the ins and outs of my searching but I know I am not using the most efficient way so I can’t complain.

Getting back to the point of this ramble. What has fallen out of this search has been a man who is moderately charming, slightly taller than me with a decent sized penis and who is reasonably intelligent. Lots of boxes ticked.

At our initial meet we discussed who would be in charge. Or rather he expressed a desire to be controlled. I didn’t pick up the cue properly and gave my response about not wanting to be in a situation where I am making all the decisions. I liked this guy, he was kind of intense but I did sense that he was holding something back. Kind of waiting to see how things played out before he showed his hand. We ended that first drink meet in the back seat of a car in the carpark of the pub having short, sharp sex. It was fast and hot.

Our second meet was not ideal. My husband and I own a commercial building that is currently empty so we have set up a play space in one section. Not the perfect place but definitely cheaper than a hotel. We met there. He was on his way home from work on a Friday. In my mind it was going to be a long hot, heavy session. Again he stated he was at my disposal but I resisted and did not give specific instructions about what I wanted. For me the day had been long and emotionally arduous. I wanted someone to spoil me and give me an hour or two of sexual pleasure. I didn’t want to give detailed instructions. I also expected a guy who could either recover quickly or control himself to ensure he lasted.

I was very disappointed.

There was a time when I would have kicked him to the kerb. This kind of thing is not ok. For some reason the light slowly began to dawn in my thick brain. I realised that while he had been a little selfish I was also being a bit unfair. He said he was at my disposal, and like a stupid woman I didn’t make my desires clear. I should have asked for a massage and a good licking before sitting astride him. In the course of the follow up conversation he made a revelation. He is interested in being caged.

For play time only I think.

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The reason for that initial feeling came forward. This guy has a kink or two. I am not particularly kinky. I have thought about CFNM stuff in my past. I have read about caging and it kind of turns me on. I don’t want to be the woman who makes a man wear a cage for weeks, or days on end. But when he is playing? Maybe.

If you had told me before I met Pet that I would be turned on by anally fisting a man I would have laughed in your face. But I did it and I was. Pet had to push me to be a weird kind of dominant to his very strong personality but we both got a lot out of it. Was it him “topping from the bottom” or me dominating him? I don’t know. I don’t care. I don’t really count myself as a true practitioner of BDSM. I just use their props and toys for my pleasure.

So it seems The IT guy, he has a blog name now, will become the next person in my journey who pushes me to express my wants and desires more clearly. While it may be hard and not what I thought I wanted it may well be something I need.

Another One Bites the Dust

Recently through the swingers dating website I am using I met a man who reminded me a lot of Pet. I was very happy with this discovery and embarked on some on-line fun that was very pleasurable to us both.

I guess I was blinded a little by his attractiveness, interest in the same types of kinks and my own horniness and I didn’t look hard enough at his profile. It wasn’t until I was already fairly invested that it came out that he was married and doing all this without the consent of his partner…

I have blogged about this before. I don’t particularly care if a potential partner is married. I have been involved with married men before. I am a swinger, that is kind of what we do. But the difference between swinging and just fucking around is the honesty, the consent, the openness. Honesty between the people getting naked and also the honesty amongst the different relationships involved. If you aren’t telling your partner where you are going you aren’t being honest.

There are many, many people in this world who are not happy with the sex in their relationship. I have been one of them, at times. It is always a conundrum; Do I stay with this person who I love, and keep the ‘normal’ appearance for the sake of my children? It seems wrong to leave because I want different/ better/ more sex.

Newsflash! Firstly you are not saving the feelings of the one you love by staying with them and getting the trimmings on the side. You are delaying the inevitable. They will find out and they will be more hurt. They may or may not leave you because of the cheating. They may know and not let on, they may put their fingers in their ears and say “lalalalalala” but they will find out.

Secondly staying in a toxic or malfunctioning relationship because it will be better for your kids is an illusion. I teach teenagers, I see all kinds of fucked up in kids every day of my working life. Most of the fucked up I see is related to parents. How the hell do you expect your kids to become functioning adults if the example they are learning from, you, is in a marriage that doesn’t work properly?

In the past my reasoning for not being involved with cheating men has been a purely selfish one. I am not interested in sneaky short intervals in the back of a car while she is out for a few hours with her friends. I am not interested in getting requests like “hey she is out for a few hours, come over now” I have my own marriage and life to live. I need to make a plan and know it is going to come off.

I sympathise with men who can’t see how to achieve their fantasies and I am happy to hold their hand while they work it out. One of my oldest and dearest friends is a man who I met in these circumstances. He is still working it out but he is getting there. I am not going to be the other woman.

Just touching on the honesty again. I am honest I tell partners from the get go my situation. I tell my husband where I am going. This particular guy was not honest. He didn’t say he was married in his profile or in his opening conversations. He assumed I would pick up on the subtleties and ‘get it’. Nope I didn’t and now I feel like an idiot. Plus he put me in a position where I had to get out of a situation when I just wanted to keep going further in.

And so despite the disappointment in realising that the decadent sexiness I was looking forward to came with a price tag I was not prepared to pay, here I am wondering if there is an honest person in the world.

Just a Regular Friday Evening

This last week has been slightly crazier than normal. Well I guess we are shooting towards the pointy end of the term when assignment drafts and then their offspring actual final copies of assignments start to journey from school to my home and then back again. Sometimes they get marked, sometimes their journey is pointless. Whatever the case their presence in my bag makes me feel better when I leave in the afternoon. Especially on a Friday.

This particular Friday I left work with a few drafts, some final assignments and various ideas about upcoming units for next term in my bag. But what was in my mind was the plan to go out and be sexy. Four days of routine stuff and dealing mostly with other people’s issues left me with a desire to be just plain slutty. To that end I spent Friday drinks messaging a prospective partner in my sluttiness while some of my younger, unmarried colleagues discussed Tinder and made ribald plans for their weekend. I am pretty sure they thought that in between my jibes about their casual sex that I was messaging my daughter or some such. I am certain that they had no idea of how my evening was going to unfold. In actual fact neither did I.

After observing my ‘work son’ messaging someone with a look on his face that plainly said “I am messaging a girl I hope to fuck tonight” I left, picked up my daughter from the train, went home, made risotto and prepared myself. Dressed in a little black dress that was short but not ridiculous and showed way too much cleavage I donned my favourite shoes grabbed my Bacardi and was escorted out the door by Mr Jones.

Friday night at our local ‘club’ is single guys night. As has been the case the last few times we have visited on Friday there were definitely more sausages than buns. The quality of the offering can be a bit hit and miss but there is usually something to be had which will result in some fun.

I was in luck there was a young man, we played pool, we joked and then we proceeded to the downstairs lounge area where a serious ‘book club’ style conversation was in progress. Sometimes it is people talking about sex. This particular night I think the loungers were actually talking about television. Sad really but hey who am I to judge?

I was keen to check out what my new friend was packing. It has become one of those things that occupies my mind; “he seems nice, he looks sexy but what is in his pants?” I don’t demand a huge dick to fuck but I am not a fan of below average. So despite a bunch of people discussing football and other random stuff on the next couch zippers were unzipped and I inspected his package with my mouth. It didn’t make me gag but it did require effort to get my lips all the way down the shaft. Yes he would do.

Mr Jones loves to watch this unfold, he also loves the part that comes next. What he really loves is watching a cock inside me and seeing cum either on my body or inside me. In the interest of safety the ‘on me’ option is my go to. Something Mr Jones doesn’t like is full on play in public view. So despite some of our book club members realising there was something more interesting happening beside them we took ourselves off to a closed room where we proceeded to get naked.

I just want to say that my new friend had some skills in the pussy licking department and I found myself wishing I could let myself squirt as much as I wanted. He also hinted that he might be interested in/ good at licking my arse, something which I enjoy but not usually on a first fuck. Things progressed to the penetrative sex. I lay in Mr Jones arms with my legs in the air while he fucked me. It was very, very good. Exactly what I came For. His cock was the right size to make me do that thing where he accidentally slips out mid thrust and I squirt all over him. I realised that I am slightly addicted to that sensation in that once it happens I can’t stop myself from making it happen again. The owners of the club don’t like squirting all over their beds. It is messy and annoying to clean up. I try so hard to keep it under control but sometimes it slips out.

After s good shagging I turned my attention to Mr Jones. My new friend watched for a while as I rode my husband, loving the feeling of his cock inside me. I looked over and asked him what he would like. His response was not unexpected. What was unexpected was my response. I said yes to double penetration. Not that it was my first time. Just not something I usually consider with a guy I have just met.

It was better than I expected. Anal and I have a weird complicated relationship. Sometimes I enjoy it, sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker. Hence my reluctance to share it with new people. This was one of those enjoyable times. The feeling of fullness was amazing, as was the feeling of being sandwiched between two guys. I will never get tired of it. Ever.

The morning after I was still glowing. My arse was tingling and I was still wrapping my head around what had happened. A random pick up on a semi-spontaneous night out resulted in something that many people only ever fantasise about. I am not sure if my work son scored with the girl he was messaging. What I am sure about is that his sexual encounter was mundane compared to mine. It is always the quiet ones you have to keep an eye on.

TMI Tuesday -Boxing Day Edition

Boxing Day is a public holiday that seems to be unique to Britain, Australia and possibly other parts of the British Commonwealth. The origins of the holiday are a little unclear but The Spruce gives some feasible explanations. In modern times it seems that Australians, and possibly Brits are really just celebrating their love of a public holiday. In Australia Boxing Day is marked by two great sporting traditions; The commencement of the Boxing Day test cricket match held at the MCG (Melbourne Cricket Ground) and the commencement of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht race in Sydney Harbour. Both contests are marathon tests of skill and stamina with the Sydney to Hobart being responsible for the loss of more than one life even in recent times. For us mere mortals it is a time to recover from over indulging on Christmas Day or perhaps just a way to extend to celebrations for a little longer. Most people would agree that Boxing Day is much more relaxed and if we do attend a gathering it will most likely be with people we actually like instead of fulfilling family requirements and satisfying obligations. 

Of course there is always time to enjoy some TMI goodness. 

1. Do you celebrate Christmas?

Yes. In the whole go to church, get together with the family and eat too much way. I am a practising Catholic so in some ways I take Christmas a little bit seriously. I know December 25 is not the day of Christ’s birth and I know that many of the Christmas traditions we observe are derived from Paganism but the essence of the day, the birth of a child that will change the world deserves some attention. If you are not a Christian then the idea of putting aside differences and taking time to be with people, somehow, also deserves some attention.

2. Tell us about your Christmas celebration.

In our family there is no specified format for Christmas. This year we, Mr Jones, Myself and our children have traveled to spend a few days with my parents at the Cattle Property in Central Queensland. We started the day with ham and pre birds for breakfast followed by unwrapping of presents. Followed by cold lunch on the verandah with my brother and his wife. The maximum temperature for the day was 37 degrees so the only thing I could have added was a swimming pool.

3. What season is it where you live?

It is most definitely summer with a vengeance. As I said in the previous response the maximum temperature yesterday was 37 degrees. In the morning I spoke with my brother who lives in southern New South Wales and they were experiencing a very chilly morning that required a jumper. My sister in law was adamant that this is not how Christmas should feel. I was reminded of this song.

4. It’s the end of the year, what are you still trying to accomplish before the end of the year?

Not really much. The main thing that is playing on my mind is continuing to reduce my weight and improve my fitness but that is more of a long term lifestyle thing.

5. Do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?

Mr Jones and I will be taking our yacht up the Brisbane River to weigh anchor and watch the fireworks off the Story Bridge. Some vanilla friends and our children will be joking us it should be a great relaxing night. 

 There was no bonus this week but in the spirit of  one of my favourite TMIers Nero Speaks I have added my own 

Bonus:What is on your ‘Fucket List’ for the coming year.

I have updated my Fucket List Page with a couple of items that are on the immediate horizon. I am hoping that The Englishman’s availability improves a little in the new year because he is cute and I have plans for him 😉

I hope you have enjoyed this rather rambling TMI make sure that you check out the other contributors at  TMI Tuesday 

What are you doing for Valentine’s Day?

As some of my colleagues and I shared a drink to celebrate the end of another week attempting to educate other people’s children the conversation turned to what everyone was planning for Valentine’s Day. A range of ideas were shared including simple nights in watching movies to potential dinner dates and movie dates to the heavily promoted “Fifty Shades of Grey”.

I have mixed feelings about this book/movie franchise. Reqding the first book didnt  convince me it was a good idea to spend my hard earned cash or precious time on the second and third books. For me the book consisted of a string of unrealistic scenarios that titillated a little at first but became monotonous as time went on.

The thing that really got under my skin was how unrealistic everything was. I mean how many people out there have an earth shattering number of orgasms the first time we have sex? How many twenty year old virgins would even consider getting in to a relationship with someone as intense and demanding as Christian Grey, no matter how much money he had? I understand that the reason for the book’s popularity is the whole Mills and Boon style romantic fantasy. I also get that for most people this is the first book they have read that describes sex in graphic detail.Maybe that is why the books took off; not because they are good literature but because it is different.

As part of a promotion for the movie release a local radio station has this week been running a segment featuring a couple whose sex life has wandered away from regular lust filled nights to more mundane and less regular sessions. The deal was that the couple were to spend the week having sex every day, trying something that they hadn’t tried each time. Of course bondage featured as one of the ‘tasks’ the couple were required to complete but the whole focus was more on increasing the intimacy between them based on the alarming statistic that 70% of couples don’t feel there is enough intimacy in their relationship.

At the end of the week the sum up for the couple was that being forced in a way to complete the tasks and make the effort made a difference. This may come as a surprise to you all but I found many similarities between their situation and my own. Yes I am a sex goddess but I am also a full time teacher and a super mother. Sometimes the sex goddess is a role I only put on for other people in the same way that you clean your house for guests and put out the good china.

During this week I decided to take on board some of what the radio station guinea pigs were doing. I made sure I put priority on cuddles and doing the things I know Mr Jones likes. We talked about being more intimate and communicated our thoughts and ideas. I put in the sex goddess for him as well as my other fans. In the end it worked. The little rift that was opening up between us has closed nicely.In true superwoman style I was able to still cover all my other bases, including being a legendary sex goddess for Pet, and still rock the world with my husband. Somi have to agree with the line that was being promoted on the radio station, sometimes the excuses offered for a decrease in intimacy between couples are just that, excuses. If you make you relationship a priority those excuses fade away.

So where does all this fit into Fifty Shades? There are a lot of articles and blog posts that express different viewpoints about FSOG. Many of the ones I have come across are quite negative. My thoughts; There are issues with this book. It does stylise and romanticise bondage in a way that doesn’t help people who are genuinely curious, it does make the abuse of power in a relationship look romantic and desirable and it definitely presents a very inaccurate picture of the BDSM world. But there are positives about it. In a world obsessed with sex but full of people who don’t know how to go about making their relationships more satisfying at least it got some of us talking about sex. At the least it opened the mainstream public’s eyes to the possibility that there is something other than lights out missionary position, once a year sex. It is up to the community of enlightened people now to continue with the momentum and get more helpful, positive stories and information out there.

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TMI Tuesday – Better Late Than Never

Due to life in general the TMI questions were posted a little late this week but I like the questions and so you are having an end of the week treat.

2015/01/img_0349.png 1. I am in need of an intervention for my obsession with _____ . The Facebook game Hey Day. At the start of the Christmas school holidays my children started me playing the game with them and I became addicted. The children have moved on to other interests now but Mr Jones and I are still obsessed.

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2. You are being auctioned off. What is your unique selling point? Rather than blow my own trumpet I decided to ask Pet for his input on this one as he insists I am one of the most interesting people I know. His answer; “Your enquiring mind and willingness to try new things” So make an offer

3. On a scale of 1-5 how many stars did your mom or dad give your current significant other or your favorite, longest lasting love? (1 is bad, 5 is great) When I first met Mr Jones our relationship progressed quite quickly. We were married within about two years of meeting and I was seven months pregnant on my first wedding anniversary. When we announced our engagement my mother actually tried to talk me out of it!! So I would say their rating at that time was around 1. Seventeen years later their view has changed somewhat. I wouldn’t say they would give him a solid five but he would easily achieve a 3.5 or 4.

4. Most of the meals I eat are: a. Cooked in a microwave b. Cooked in the oven/stove c. Made by someone else Absolutely unequivocally b.! I wouldn’t say I am a food nazi by any means but I am passionate about eating vegetables and try to include them in most meals. I also believe in having a good understanding of where your food comes from and so I like to eat foods that are made completely from scratch this includes, tomato sauce, pasta, jams, pastry and ice cream.

5. When work and life stress me out, nothing relieves the tension like _____ . A good long session of sexual play involving lots of oral sex and penetration in several different positions. Including a few kinks such as spanking and hair pulling also helps.

Bonus: Write and answer your own bonus question. Again with this one I enlisted the help of Pet. His question was; “What is top on your Fucket List of Things to Try?” This is a hard question for me, I don’t have a very long fucket list. As I explained to someone recently I am a very spur of the moment person and I tend to get excited about trying something but if it can’t be engineered relatively quickly I tend to lose interest. However I do have things in my mind that I want to do and the most pressing of these include;

  • Exploring rope play a little more with Mr Jones
  • Exploring rope play on men a little more in general. I am interested in using rope to increase pleasure for a man by stimulating pressure points etc but it is difficult to find images or information. Most of the information out there is based around men tying women.
  • Lastly I am investigating different implements and building up ways to make Pet’s arse nice and pink because I have developed a fascination for that. We are taking it slowly because we are both new at it and he needs to build up his tolerance and I need to build up my dominance but we are both definitely enjoying the journey.

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Wicked Wednesday

Good Morning and Happy Christmas to you all! As a little gift to you I have posted a continuation from Last week’s entry “Shave”. It is only short but I know you will enjoy it.

As always make sure you click the button above to visit the Wicked Wednesday page and check out more Wickedness.

Howard waited, face down on the bed, his nylon covered ass in the air, quivering with anticipation. Every nerve in his body was on edge, every sensation amplified. The touch of her fingers against his nylon clad buttocks was like a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Slowly and tentatively she began her exploration of him beginning with tracing the edges of the panties with her fingers. Her nails grazed his skin ever so slightly and triggered a memory of those same nails dragging over his back as he fucked her. Sneakily her finger slipped under the elastic wriggling between the fabric and the skin. Her hot breath and the sound of her breathing made him aware of how closely she was studying him, he wanted desperately to see her cunt again so that he could watch it swell with her arousal and study the moisture collecting.

Pink nylon tightened around his balls as she slid the elastic of the panties back to display his bare butt cheek, jolting him back to what was happening. Her fingers almost tickled him as they gently played over his ass, touching, exploring and kneading his butt cheeks before pulling them open to display his hole covered by the fabric of her panties. Inside his belly he quivered, not knowing what was coming but wanting it all, totally trusting and receptive to whatever she did, impatient for whatever she had in mind but mostly, more aroused that he ever remembered being.

The first sting of her hand against his butt cheek startled him. A gasp of surprise and pleasure / pain jolted through him followed by a shudder as her fingers stroked the area she had just slapped teasing the tingling flesh with kindness and a graze of fingernails. Unbelievably the attention heightened his senses before she slapped him again sending an even more intense sting of pleasure / pain through him. This time she followed it up with several more slaps in quick succession setting his ass momentarily on fire. He groaned into the pillow hungry for more but dreading the sharp sting her hand made as it made contact with his flesh.

Her fingernails dragging across the burning red marks her hand had just made were intense. His body convulsed in sensation he didn’t know if it was pain or pleasure or an insane mix of both, all he knew was he wanted more. She moved her attention to the other side of his ass, sliding the elastic across his butt cheek into his ass crack as she had with the first side. This time her exploration was more cursory. Like him she was more interested in the sharp connection of her palm with his bare flesh.

Sounds of bare palm connecting with bare flesh filled the room as she delivered several more slaps sending the temperature of his ass soaring. Gasps of surprise decreased into moans of feeling as the burning descended into pleasant tingling. He waited, bracing himself wondering what might be coming next. He knew she had more implements resting on the bed beside him, some of them she had used before but like him this was all new to her she was still feeling her way.

As always she surprised him. She ignored the implements she had laid out and continued with her exploration. Gently she pulled aside the knickers and spread his legs apart further. His cock was pushed into the mattress momentarily taking his attention away from her exploring fingers, tentatively she touched his butt hole. Her fingernails traced around the outline before she dipped into it slightly, testing his resistance. Every ounce of his concentration was focussed on her attention. He was aware of every detail of sensation from the slight scrape of her fingernails to the warm waft of her breath against his skin. She continued to explore further down his crack, pressing gently against the sensitive skin behind his balls.

Involuntarily he gave a little groan as she pressed against his prostate. Impossibly his cock grew harder and the pleasure shuddered through him sending a muffled groan out of his mouth. Every fibre of his body was straining towards his butt hole waiting, wanting, aching for her to enter him to stretch him open and fill him in a way that no woman ever had.

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Wicked Wednesday

This week’s Wicked Wednesday prompt was “Body Hair”. I have made a commitment to myself that I would only use the prompt to write erotica and so it took me a while to come up with something that fitted with the prompt. I think I missed the deadline for inclusion in the link list but that doesn’t matter, you all get to enjoy some word porn anyway.

Of course as usual you can always check out the variety of entries by visiting the Wicked Wednesday page.

Gravel crunched under Howard’s feet as he walked up the small pathway to her back door. It can’t have been more than a dozen steps from where he parked his bike to the doorway but it seemed like a journey of a million miles. When he reached the back door he stood silently for a moment. Anticipation of the hours he was about to experience warred with nerves. Possible scenarios of failure crowded into his mind; What if his cock didn’t work? What if he couldn’t pleasure her? What if he tripped and fell through the back door?

He could see her through the glass sliding door, moving around in the kitchen. She was dressed in house clothes, nothing special, but that didn’t matter, she could have been dressed in a flour sack for all he cared, the thing that enticed him the most was her mind, and those eyes.

Nervously he fumbled with the zipper on his jacket slipping it down over his arms. She had instructed him to be undressed when he entered her house. He intended to follow her instructions. As he slipped his t-shirt over his head she turned and looked at him. Instantly his cock hardened almost uncomfortably against his jeans.

“Hello,” he was surprised that his voice sounded almost normal.

“Hello,” she replied quietly, leaning against the door frame. Her eyes travelled over his body, drawing him in. Nothing could make him leave now, no matter how nervous he was. He continued to undress as she watched him, placing his clothing neatly over the chair that was positioned near the back door. When he was fully naked she moved away from the doorway, gesturing for him to enter.

She moved over to the jug in the corner and busied herself making coffee. They made small talk as the jug boiled. He was acutely conscious of his nudity and her being fully clothed but somehow he didn’t feel uncomfortable. As she poured as she poured boiling water into his cup and added the right amount of sugar and milk it It was strange her serving him in this way, even though they were in her house, he was here to do her bidding and yet right now she was serving him.

He took the cup from her and sipped it gladly, it had been a long morning. Finally the nerves began to ease away from him and he could feel the sexual tension building in him. Without speaking she began to remove her clothing. Her shorts fell to the floor revealing the garment he always anticipated the most, her knickers. Today they were pink and sheer, showing the hair on her mound underneath. The urge to kneel in front of her and bury his face in her crotch was almost overwhelming but something in her eyes warned him to remain where he was.

“You are not allowed to touch,” she warned.

“OK then,” he responded wondering how he was going to be able to obey her rules. The thought completely left his mind as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her knees.

“You are to wear these,” she instructed, holding them out to him. His heart raced, almost thumping out of his chest as he took the scrap of pink fabric from her. He could not resist pressing them to his face and inhaling her aroma. His cock stiffened between his thighs as he slipped the garment over his legs and up over his ass. He couldn’t stretch the nylon over his hardened cock but it was the most enticing thing he had ever felt, his cock was so hard it was almost painful.

“You can see I haven’t shaved,” she indicated the hair covering her mound. While it wasn’t fully grown he could tell it had been a long time since she had shaved or waxed.

“Ok,” he replied, a little unsure of what she wanted. She turned and walked towards the bathroom without a comment. With a tingle of nerves starting again he followed her.

A yellow razor was set out on the sink of the bathroom. Howard reached forward to pick it up.

“You are to watch,” she instructed.

Unable to resist any more Howard reached out to fondle her mound,

“You may not touch,” she reiterated as she picked up the razor and placed her foot on the sink.

“Do you mind if I sit here so I can get a better view?” He asked respectfully, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t say no.

“For the first time she allowed herself to smile, “of course.”

He sank to the floor so that he could look up at her pink, glistening cunt that was opened like a flower just above his head. The aroma of her arousal drifted down to him, reminding him of the garment that was covering his cock. Above his face the razor moved in long slow strokes over her mound. Gradually the hair fell away leaving behind smooth, freshly shaved skin. He held his breath as the razor passed closely to her clit, for a moment he was afraid she would cut herself but she smiled beguilingly as she moved the blade away from the danger zone.

When she was finished she placed the razor on the bench and rubbed her fingers over the smooth skin. Teasingly she dipped her fingers into her glistening cunt and raised them to her lips. Howard craved a taste of her sweet juices but he was afraid to ask. Eventually his desire got the better of him,

“Please Miss,” he asked politely, “May I have a taste?”

Like a benevolent parent she obliged, dipping her fingers deep inside herself and stroking the wetness around her fold before placing them onto his lips. A smile played around her mouth as she traced her juices onto his lips before inserting her finger into his mouth.

The taste did nothing to ease his hunger, instead it made him want her cunt even more.

But she had other ideas. Taking her foot down from the sink she led him over to the bed where she bent him over the edge. The nylon of her panties stretched over his ass as he bent against the mattress exposing his buttocks to her, waiting impatiently.

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Wicked Wednesday – Skeletons in the Closet.

My blogging life began as writing short stories describing my experiences and fantasies. I had dreams of making a career out of writing erotica. As it turns out so do a lot of other people, especially since the publication of Fifty Shades of Grey. I have participated in Wicked Wednesday regularly as Gemma Jones from Erotic Adventures but this is my first as Mrs Jones. If you like it please leave a comment and make sure you check out the other entries at the Wicked Wednesday Page.

Wicked Wednesday

“Mr Portman will be with you shortly” the immaculately groomed receptionist, smiled at Natalie, “Would you like to take a seat?” She gestured at the small couches lining the wall of the reception area.

“Thank you,” Natalie returned the smile before she turned to perch nervously on one of the couches. Carefully she flicked through the contents of her portfolio checking that her documents were in order. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, she had a lot of hopes and dreams pinned on this meeting. For over a year she had wanted to work for this company, now she was one interview away from realising. The butterflies in her stomach hit panic mode and her fingers started to tremble at this rate she would be unable to give an intelligent answer to anyone, she had to get control of herself.

“Mr Portman will see you now,” the receptionist opened the door to the side of her desk, gesturing towards the hallway.

“Thank you,” Natalie took a deep breath to calm herself as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. As she passed the doorway She fought the urge to check her reflection in the glass of the door.

“It is the first door on the left,” the receptionist indicated as Natalie stepped past her.

“Thank you,” Natalie replied. The hallway seemed infinitely long as she made her way to the door on the left. The butterflies in her stocks fluttered in panic as she reached out for the door handle. She gave herself a hard mental shove, it was just an interview. The door handle clicked before the door swung silently open to reveal a spartan office dominated by a large wooden desk and the powerful figure of a man sitting behind it. All of the breath left Natalie’s body as she realised who he was. The memory of the last time she had seen him slammed into her mind completely taking away her ability to speak.

“Hello Natalie,” Mr Portman stood up and stepped out from behind his desk to hold his hand out to her. His presence filled the room and completely engulfed Natalie in exactly the same way as it had when she had met him before, “please call me Brian.” He took Natalie’s hand and grasped it firmly. For a split second she thought he was going to kiss her hand but he didn’t. Instead he guided her to a seat in the corner of his office. Natalie sank into the chair, grateful that she didn’t have to will her legs to hold her up any longer. Valiantly she struggled to focus on the situation and banish the images that were flooding her mind.

“Would you like a coffee or something before we get started?” His voice caressed over her in the way that she remembered making her cunt throb and a warm wetness dampened the gusset of her panties.

“Just a glass of water,” she replied with a smile. She forced herself to look up into his eyes, his whole manner and expression were completely professional, there wasn’t a single hint that he had remembered anything about her. Disappointment stabbed through her gut twisting like a knife inside her. That single encounter with him had fuelled her fantasies many times over the last two weeks. More than once she had thought about him tracing her lips with his cock as she fingered herself in the darkness of her bedroom. Automatically she took the glass he offered her, daring another glance into his eyes but again she was disappointed there was nothing there but steely blue professionalism.

Settling his tall frame in the chair across from her Brian began the interview. Everything about him was formal and businesslike, there was no hint of the man she remembered, the one with with the leather jeans and a bare chest that she had met at Fetish Empire two weeks ago. The one that had tied her hands behind her back and made her worship his cock before he spread her legs and worshipped her in a way she hadn’t believed was possible. Natalie followed his lead and kept her mind focussed on where she was. She reminded herself of what was at stake, she didn’t want to throw away her long held dream just because of a man she had fucked at a club. No matter how good the fucking had been.

As the interview drew to a close Natalie allowed herself to relax a little. She admired the way his body filled his suit and also the way he approached his work. She could see that Brian Portman was more than a man in a pair of leather trousers with a talent for mixing pleasure and pain. He was very good at his job. It confirmed the reason why she had come here in the first place, Bradman and Street had a reputation for employing exceptional business people and she wanted more than anything to be part of that. Her resolve was firm, no skeletons in hers or anyone else’s closet were going to jeopardise her chances.

Brian gathered together his papers signalling the end of the interview. Natalie followed his lead and stood to leave. As she passed him in the doorway she inhaled his scent, it was the same as she remembered, her body responded automatically. Looking up her eyes were locked by the fire in his. The business only manner had left him. Heat flushed through Natalie and a fresh patch of wetness formed on her panties.

“I am sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the future,” Brian’s voice caressed Natalie like smooth silk fanning the heat in her cheeks. “We always have room here for talented young people like yourself.” His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her through the doorway.

“I hope so,” she replied, “in whatever capacity you are able to use my talents.”

As she walked down the hallway Natalie could feel his eyes on her ass. It confirmed what she had always thought, she was definitely going to like working here.