This week is number 500 of Wicked Wednesday. I have a memory of a conversation with Marie way back in 2012 when the moderator of Wank Wednesday announced that she was ending her meme and Marie was building a new place for weekly stories and erotic images. Back then I was deeply committed to writing and the routine of writing a piece every week for a prompt helped me to become a better writer. I felt like I was going somewhere with writing and I was excited to be part of the new era. You can read part of my first post here.
Fast forward to 2021. My life has taken many twists and turns since then and my blogging and writing has ebbed and flowed. I moved my blog from Blogger to WordPress in 2014 and for a long time didn’t really post anything regular as I worked to establish my new career as a teacher. At the end of 2019 I “put a rocket up my arse” and started to pay attention to Corrupting Mrs Jones. Slowly the views and traffic increased. I kept up the commitment through 2020 and when I started my life changing voyage with Mr Jones in April of 2021 I looked forward to having the time to craft stories instead of spitting them out just in time to meet the deadlines of memes.
2021 has indeed been my biggest year and included one month where I topped over 4000 views. When I reviewed my statistics for this posts I could see that the most popular posts have been those that I included in Sinful Sunday. The top 10 posts for this year are below. Only one “Stretching Greedy Lucy” was a story. The rest are Sinful Sunday posts.
I am not sure how I feel about this. I have never listed erotic photography as an interest. I started posting in Sinful Sunday as Mr Jones and I were travelling and had endless opportunities to take nude photos in great locations. I had some vague notion that it might become a hobby of his. It didn’t really work out that way. Since we have been back living in our landlubbing house obvious opportunities have become harder to find and his interest is small. I don’t feel as technically competent as a photographer as someone like Molly. But it seems that the general public are more inclined to click on a set of boobs than they are on a story that will take five minutes to read. Does this mean my writing is not worthy? I don’t know.
Over the years of blogging I have enjoyed the therapeutic aspect of putting my thoughts somewhere that I don’t feel judged or compelled to perform. Wicked Wednesday has been one such space where I can post and get some good feedback. I also like to spend some time browsing while I enjoy my morning cup of tea, reading what other people are posting for that particular week. The feeling of “anything goes” has really helped me to relax and share my thoughts in a way that I hope is positive. I periodically think about putting a more concerted effort into writing fiction and making something of the million or so starts I have made to stories. Recently I had a coffee with a Twitter friend and he did encourage me to take some steps in that direction. But, news flash, writing a long piece that involves more than two or three fucks is hard. And it seems I have the attention span of a gold fish.
But I am not ready to give up yet. I admire Marie for her consistent, thoughtful posts. The way she seems to find time to post and run two memes, Wicked Wednesday and Menopause Diaries, as well as Blogable. Does she ever sleep? She certainly is much more productive in front of a screen than me. I admire her and the other people in the world who have beautiful websites, amazing content and consistently work to support plebs like me who struggle to put out three posts per week consistently.
I learned long ago that making statements like, “I am going to wow the world with my writing by writing 50, 000 words next week” are doomed to failure. I have also learned that talent is a small portion of any success story. So I will keep on keeping on. I know there are people out there who read my pages and enjoy them. And that is enough for me.
This week is prompt week at Sinful Sunday and the prompt is L. I had the opportunity this week to get naked in front of the camera of a friend of mine. He was excited because he had a new camera and wanted to try out some portrait work. I am sure there will be more images from this session appearing on these pages in the next few weeks but this one was just a silly pose that turned out really well.
One of my favourite things to do during our voyage was sunbathing. I loved the freedom of being naked in the warm sunshine. As we journeyed south the temperatures dropped and I had fewer opportunities. I took this image just south of Gladstone in the last few weeks of our voyage. It was the last time I enjoyed this simple pleasure.
Mr Jones is particular about getting things straight. Hanging pictures, placing furniture, planting trees. It has to be straight and symmetrical. Sometimes his obsession is a little frustration.
The screen on the camera we use for our outdoor photos is sometimes difficult to see when framing shots so we take a bit of a scatter gun approach. Take lots and delete the really bad ones. When we took this image on the top of a magnificent yellow/ orange sand dune with the sun reflecting off the water below it was a case of point and shoot and hope for the best. When I showed him what I had chosen for this week’s Sinful Sunday he asked “Can you straighten it?”
We spent the night in a bay of an island we had visited on our way north about four months ago. Like most of the thousands of islands that dot the Queensland coast this one is dominated by Granite and other volcanic rock forms. Once in pre-history they were part of the mainland. Once in the pre-history of THAT they were formed by volcanoes. The science teacher in me is loves to tell people about all that Mr Jones is often bemused by my fascination with rocks.
As we walked on the beach I was attracted to a boulder that looked like a sugar skull. As happens with so many places frequented by people the rock had smaller rocks placed in cavities formed by volcanic gas all those millennia ago (Did I mention that I love rocks?). This decoration is part of what made it look like a sugar skull.
As Mr Jones snapped he commented that I was blending in with the rock. I guess I am at the stage of my journey where I am starting to become part of the landscape.
I learned to crotchet and knit as a child. I have been creating things with my hands ever since. When we were preparing for our voyage I found this wool in Spotlight (the crafters heaven). I decided instead of making a simple rug for chilly nights I designed and created a mermaid tail for both myself and Mr Jones (His is green and blue) With the leftover wool I made myself this cute top.
The huge granite boulders on a deserted Magnetic Island beach seemed the perfect place to model them.
During the first week of our travels I was mucking around with a selfie stick and snapped a shot of my boob with the ancient sand dunes of Rainbow Beach in the background. I posted it on Twitter without a second thought. I am not one for accumulating likes and re-tweets so I never think about what I share too much I just put it there and let the universe enjoy or pass it by.
Later that night I noticed a huge number (for me) of likes and the travelling boob was born. Since then I have posted several more images of my boobs in various iconic and spectacular places. When Molly announced the prompt for this month I knew I wanted to try and make a triptych in a more or less traditional style. Not being entirely tech savvy has let me down a bit but here is my effort!
For the record the three locations featured from left to right are; Brampton Island, Great Keppel Island and Whitsunday mountain.
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