Recently I have joked to a couple of my chat friends that I am thinking about becoming celibate. They think the concept is hilarious. In their minds and probably in their fantasies I am still the sex goddess I was when they met me. I guess in some ways I am. In many others I am not.
The last couple of years have seen a lot of changes in my life. I think, finally, I have become a grownup. I have a real job; one where I have to be responsible all the time. I am currently the only person in my household that actually has a full time job so in some ways I am kind of the breadwinner. No not really, that would be too much grown up even for me. For the first time in a long time I am thinking about the future and the direction that I want to steer my life. Probably the most grown up thing a person can do.
What, I hear you ask, have either of those things got to do with not being a sex goddess? The answer is actually not very much. Other than my headspace is not constantly occupied with thoughts or plans for the next adventure. Something that was a key part of being a sex goddess. These days when people ask me about my fucket list my answer is; “Fucket list, oh yeh I remember what one of those is”
I just realised; another key indicator of being a grown up, I use semi colons in my writing. Or is that a side effect of being a teacher? I don’t know but it a bit freaky, here I am pouring my heart out to the void of the Internet and I am ticking off grammar and sentence structure in my head. I need a really good fuck.
So we were talking about fucket lists. I remember that I have often said I don’t like to have a specific list. But I guess that I kind of did. I kind of remember what was on it. Right now my fucket list consists of; have sex with my husband, have sex with Engineer X. Not necessarily in that order. Logistics seem to get in the way a lot these days. People think that having small children is a drag on your sex life. Those people really have no idea. Mainly because they are yet to experience having teenagers living with you. Small children don’t know, or care, if they walk in on you having sex. They are not scarred by the experience. What’s more they go to bed at a sensible hour meaning you can actually have pre sex on the couch before you start falling asleep. Teenagers don’t do that. They want to stay up and share their rubbish idea of what is good TV and make it awkward if you want to make sexy jokes with your husband. What’s worse is they don’t go to bed nice and early so that you can invite over some special people or when you get dressed to go out and meet said special people they ask all kinds of questions about where you are going.
Actually my teenagers have kind of got the hint that asking too many questions is not a good idea so I guess I have trained them to a certain extent but it is still awkward getting out the door some days. Mr Jones is much more concerned about that kind of thing that me. I feel more comfortable being relatively candid. He does not. So we land somewhere in between which is, by definition, awkward. I guess I just have to keep telling myself that it is only temporary. Not that I am expecting them to move out but I am definitely not going to sugar coat things for my eighteen year old children just to spare them some awkwardness. That is just creating a rod for your own back.
It seems I have worked through and dismissed my standard list of excuses for not being sexy enough so now I am left with a task; hang up my goddess cape or stop making excuses. My friends are right, hanging up the cape is a hilarious idea. Hilarious because it is so unlikely. And because I simply don’t want to. As much as Mr Jones is irritating me right now he is just going to have to get out his impressive junk and use it on me. Because a happy wife makes for a happy life and to be happier I need more sex in my life.
Thanks for listening Internet Void, you are the best therapist ever.
As always make sure you head over to the TMI page for more TMI revelations
1. You are interviewing someone to be your lover, what are the 3 most important questions you will ask?
Funnily enough I have been involved in a large number of coffee dates that would equate to an interview for a lover. So here goes;
a) What exactly are you looking for?
This is pretty important. It is also important to have confidence that the interviewee is being honest and up front.
b) How do you feel about being naked and potentially in close proximity to another man (my husband)?
This is a deal breaker. If a man is not comfortable being naked in the same bed as my husband they are not going to get past the coffee date
c) How do you feel about public or semi public sex?
This is not necessarily a deal breaker but someone who is comfortable in perusing opportunities for public sex is definitely going to have a higher chance of success.
2. You are interviewing people to be your personal servant/valet. What are the 3 most important questions you will ask?
This was an interesting one. Initially I could only think of things that I don’t really need to ask about like what their ass looks like etc but after considering it more I did come up with a few things.
a) What is your opinion on non-Monogamy?
b) Are you open to the idea of being involved in a less professional interaction? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, 😉😉
c) How do you feel about being naked and in close proximity to me and my husband?
3. You are selecting a pet for you or your family. What are the 3 most important criteria?
a) Do we already have one of them?
b) How will the new pet’s presence affect all of the other animals that live with us.
Chickens, guinea pigs, geese, cats, budgies and fish in case you were wondering.
We live on acreage and I have vetoed getting a pet pig because I don’t want my landscaping destroyed any more than it already has been by the poultry. I will also mention that historically our pet selection has also been influenced strongly by coming accross an orphan or discarded animal.
4. Name 3 good things you did yesterday.
I must be a terrible person because I can’t think of even one good thing I did yesterday.
5. Name 3 bad things you ate yesterday.
Chocolate, I keep a bag of Freddo Frogs in my desk ostensibly as prizes for classroom competitions but it does come in handy sometimes.
For dinner I had two minute noodles at 10pm which is when I got home from pole dancing class. This was washed down with a Jack Daniels and coke. Technically that is not something bad to eat but it is TMI Tuesday so I am allowed to bend the rules a little.
Bonus: It is said that bad these happen in threes. What was your last episode of 3 bad things?
Much like the good deeds question I don’t really keep tabs on the bad things that happen to me. So I don’t really notice patterns on bad luck or bad things that happen to me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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.
When I started this blog it was as a fresh start. I had neglected my last blog, “Erotic Adventures” and I felt the need for a new beginning. Like everything in life when you start out you are full of idealistic zeal and this time is going to be better than last time etc etc.
Of course things never turn out the way you plan and I found myself not able to post here as often as I had hoped. Life got in the way and I found myself not posting at all for the last few weeks. I have really missed posting. The discipline of regularly sharing my musings with the world seems to keep me on track. I found myself constantly starting blog posts in my head, but not finding the commitment or time or focus to get them down on my iPad. But now I have a few things sorted and find myself ready to get back in the habit.
My life right now is in a state of flux. I don’t have a job as such and I find myself incapable of making a plan more than a day in advance. The main contributing factor to my lack of planning ability is the lack of employment certainty. Not having a fixed general direction makes it difficult to focus on details. I have always needed a plan to feel like my life is under control. Right now I don’t have a plan and it is unsettling. I really want a job and I have to keep reminding myself not to hold my lack of employment against the people who do have a job and make well meaning statements like “Don’t worry it will work out”. It will work out even if it doesn’t feel like it will right now.
On the plus side I have had time to myself which is not something I have had a lot of. My family and I had the opportunity to travel to Papua New Guinea on a cruise ship which was a surreal experience. I have also had the time to have another attempt at writing a novel as part of NaNoWriMo. I can’t report success unfortunately but I am well into a book which has promise. In the coming weeks I hope to share some excerpts with you all.
I have also had some time to explore my “Gemma-ness” which is having interesting results. I have begun a path of exploration with someone who has a mind very much like mine. Playing with someone who you click with so well is like wearing you favourite pair of comfy jeans and your most fabulous pair of 7 inch Pleasers at the same time. The jeans know every curve of your body and make you feel brave; but the shoes, while they look AAAMAAAZING, take every opportunity to remind you to tread carefully or you will break your ankle.
‘Pet’ in his own, slightly alcohol fuelled words, wants to “try everything so that I can decide if it is for me or not”. A little challenging but an interesting journey. I will make sure I share some of the juicier details along the way.
Re discovering Gemma has been interesting. Over the course of this year I had sometimes wondered if Gemma had completely died. I don’t think she has but I had not really realised how much of her I had cut off. I could ramble on about this but I think it needs to be the subject for another post.
So here is to a summer of writing, re-discovery and more than a little corruption.
Hot on the heels of a TMI post from a couple of weeks back I had a conversation with a prospective play partner who I will refer to as “Army Guy” in this and future posts. I hope things pan out with this one (unlike some others in recent times) but I digress. Army Guy is in his own words “single and loving it” and “Couldn’t think of anything worse” than being married. Once I met him in person he went on to explain that his job requires him to deal with relationship issues of the people around him and that he had certain ambitions he wanted to fulfil in life. In his opinion having a relationship is simply going to hinder him achieving his goals.
I was a little saddened by his attitude and found it a bit a confronting. Afterwards I reflected on his words and I realised that he was, in some ways at least, right. I wouldn’t be lying to say that being married and having children certainly prevented me from achieving certain ambitions that I had earlier in my life. But failing to reach these ambitions has opened the door to a whole other range of possibilities that I would not have considered as a young single person.
Some of these possibilities are things that I probably wouldn’t have been able to achieve as a single person. Between 2008 and now I have explored some of the most iconic parts of Australia with my family. I had experiences that will live with me forever and I learned through experience and first hand observation a lot of things that I find sharing with my students now.
Other achievements include amassing an investment portfolio that is not hugely impressive but certainly will allow Mr Jones and I to live comfortably for many years into our retirement. This is not something I would ever had a hope of achieving as a single person. It is also something that Mr Jones would not have been able to achieve as a single person either. Building our life together has been one of the great achievements of my life.
Of course my prospective fuckbuddy is a very independent kind of person. For him the idea of being reliant on someone else for his success is possibly quite foreign if not a little frightening. And of course that is fine for him. The thing that I find unacceptable is when people insist on achieving their goals their own way and still being in a marriage. In our world today people seem to forget that marraige is not the White wedding, perfect house and 2.3 perfectly behaved children. For me marriage is two people building their lives together. In the process they hold each other up and work as a team so that in the end the sum becomes much greater than any of the individual parts could ever be.
I think we don’t celebrate that enough in our culture. We have become so obsessed with self that we have forgotten that we are part of the world. One of the great strengths of the human race is the ability to network and form relationships. But the true value of these relationships is only realised when we forget what we can get out of the relationship but instead focus on what we can give to the other person.
I really really loved this week’s questions.
1. Close your eyes and think about having sex with your lover. Now, what was the first image that came to your mind? Was it foreplay? What kind of sex? What position? Where?
For some reason the first thing that popped into my mind when I read this question was the first time I had sex with Mr Jones. It was one of the most romantic and sexy times of my life even after some of the sexy times that we have enjoyed since.
When Mr Jones and I started dating we agreed that we were not going to jump into bed on the first date because we both recognised that we were starting something special. Despite this we only managed to wait about two weeks. When we both gave in to the chemistry that was happening it was intense. We had a bath together and I straddled him in the bathtub. We were both so worked up we climaxed almost immediately and were ready for round two by the time we got out of the bath and went into the bedroom.
2. What is that most memorable thing that you or your partner said immediately after sex?
None of my lovers has the gift of the gab, obviously, because nothing pops into my head when I read this. Maybe it isn’t because they didn’t say anything memorable but rather because what they did beforehand fried my brain so much that I don’t have a clear memory of anything.
3. Whether reward or punishment, a part of your body must be shown on a huge billboard in the heart of your city/town. Which body part will you select to be 14 feet tall by 48 feet wide (4.27 meters x 14.63 meters)?
My breasts. I have absolutely no doubt in my mind about this. I am not a vain person but I am proud of my breasts.
4. You are about to lose your power of speech, what’s the one thing you would want to tell someone before that happens?
My brain must be a bit fried tonight. Nothing immediately comes to mind. I hope that means I have everything that I need to tell people up to date. I think the only thing I would have to say is to tell Mr Jones that he has the prettiest cock that I have ever fucked.
But he already knows that.
5. You are stricken with a disorder that causes you to blurt out a single phrase every time you orgasm? What is that phrase?
“Fuck Me!!!!!” which is what I already say. I love cumming and getting fucked even harder.
Bonus: If you had to make out with a friend (same sex or opposite sex) to save the world from mass destruction, whom would you pick?
It is lucky that I have some sexy friends who are open minded like myself. From this group I would be pressed to choose just one. I would be very happy however to make out with a group of them if it meant saving the world. A girl has gotta do what a girls gotta do, right.